Grace Harlowe's Junior Year at High School

by Josephine Chase

  CHAPTER VI

  A VISIT TO ELEANOR

  The next day, when Grace, in company with her chums, left the schoolbuilding, they beheld the shabby little figure of Mabel Allison waitingfor them just outside the campus. She looked shy and embarrassed whenshe saw the four girls bearing down upon her, and seemed half inclinedto run away. Grace greeted her cordially and introduced her to herchums, whose simple and unaffected manners soon put her at her ease.

  "I am so glad you waited," said Grace cordially. "I have told my threefriends about you, as I knew they would be as much interested in you asI am. We have made a plan and if we can carry it out, you will be ableto go to school until you graduate."

  "You are very good to take so much trouble for me," said Mabel, thetears springing to her eyes; "but I'm afraid it won't do any good."

  "Don't be down-hearted," said Nora sympathetically. "You don't knowGrace Harlowe. She always does whatever she sets out to do."

  "She's a regular fairy godmother," said Anne softly. "I know fromexperience."

  "Such flattery is overwhelming," murmured Grace. "I regret that I'm toobusy to bow my thanks. But to get down to the business of the hour--tellme, Mabel, dear--did this Miss Brant legally adopt you when she took youfrom the orphanage, or are you bound to her in any way?"

  "I don't know," said the girl, her eyes growing big with wonder. "I neverthought about it. I don't believe, however, that she has any legal claimupon me."

  "Is there any way in which you can find out?" asked Anne.

  "Why, yes," replied Mabel. "I could write the woman at the orphanage whowas good to me. She is still there, and several times she has written tome, but Miss Brant read her letters first and then tore them up. Hername is Mary Stevens, and she would surely know!"

  "Then write to her at once," said Grace, "and tell her to send herletter in an outside envelope addressed to me. Your whole future dependsupon her answer."

  Grace thereupon related to her their conversation of the previous night.

  "As soon as you find out about Miss Brant's claim, we shall take thematter to Jessica's father, who is a lawyer. He will help us," Graceconcluded. "Then when you are free, we shall have something else totell you. Just be patient for a few days, and don't be afraid.Everything will come right."

  "How can I ever thank you all?" said Mabel, taking one of Grace's handsbetween hers and looking at her with a world of gratitude in her eyes."I will write to-night. I must go now or I shall be home late. Forgiveme for hurrying away, but I daren't stay," she added piteously. "Youknow that I should like to. Good-bye, and thank you again."

  "Good-bye," called Grace. "I'll let you know as soon as I hear from MaryStevens."

  "What a sweet little girl she is," said Jessica. "I should like to keepher with me all the time."

  "She is a nice child," said Grace, "and she deserves something betterthan her present fate."

  "To change the subject," said Nora, "has any one seen Eleanor to-day?She was not in English or geometry, although she may have come in late."

  "I don't believe she was in school at all," said Anne. "Maybe theinitiation was too much for her."

  "Oh, I don't know. She didn't seem to mind it," remarked Jessica. "Shewill hear from Miss Thompson if she makes a practice of staying out ofschool. Attendance is one of the chief requisites in Miss Thompson'seyes."

  "I suppose we ought to call on Eleanor before long," mused Grace. "Shehas invited us, and it's our duty to call on her first. Anne has alreadybeen there. Suppose we go over now; that is, unless you girls havesomething else to do."

  It was decided at once that they could go, and soon the four chums werewalking briskly down the street in the direction of "Heartsease." It wasan Indian summer day and the girls congratulated themselves on havingtaken advantage of it. As school had closed at half past two, it was notyet four o'clock. They would have plenty of time for their call withouthurrying themselves. So they strolled along, laughing and chatting inthe care-free manner that belongs alone to the school girl.

  As they neared the house one and all exclaimed at the beauty of thegrounds. The lawn looked like a great stretch of green velvet, while thetrees were gorgeous in their autumn glory of crimson and gold, with hereand there a patch of russet by way of contrast. Over at one side wereclumps of pink and white anemones; while all around the house and in thegarden beds that dotted the lawn many-colored chrysanthemums stood up inbrave array.

  "What a delightful place 'Heartsease' is," cried Grace as she pausedjust inside the gate to feast her eyes upon its beauty. "SometimesI think that autumn is the finest season of the year, and then againI like spring better."

  "What difference does the season make, so long as we have a good time?"said Nora blithely. "I haven't any preference. They're all good."

  "Eleanor will be surprised to see us," remarked Grace, as she rang thebell.

  "Let's hope she will appreciate the honor of having four suchdistinguished persons descend upon her at one time," said Anne.

  "Is Miss Savell in?" asked Grace to the trim maid who answered her ring.

  "Yes, miss," replied the maid. "Come in. Who shall I say is here?"

  "Say to Miss Savell that Grace Harlowe and her friends would like to seeher."

  The maid soon reappeared and led the girls down the wide, old-fashionedhall, and, somewhat to their surprise, ushered them into the diningroom, where they beheld Eleanor, arrayed in a dainty white house gown,dining alone.

  She arose as they entered and came forward with both hands outstretched."How are the Phi Sigma Taus to-day?" she asked. "It was awfully nice ofyou to come and see me."

  "We thought you might be ill," said Nora. "We missed you at schoolto-day."

  "Oh, no," replied Eleanor serenely. "I am perfectly well. I reallydidn't feel like going to school to-day, so I stayed in bed until eleveno'clock. I am just having lunch now. Won't you join me? I am keepinghouse by myself this afternoon. My aunt is dining with Mrs. Gray."

  "Thank you," said Grace, speaking for the girls. "We all have supper athalf past six and must save our appetites for that."

  "We usually dine about eight o'clock," said Eleanor. "We acquired thehabit of dining late from living on the continent. But, come, now.I have finished my lunch. I want you to see where I live, almost entirely,when in the house."

  The girls followed her up the broad staircase and down the hall. Everyinch of the ground was familiar to Grace. She had been there so oftenwith Mrs. Gray. "Oh, you have the suite at the back," she exclaimed."I love those two rooms."

  "You will find them somewhat changed," remarked Eleanor as she openedthe door and ushered the girls into the most quietly luxurious apartmentthey had ever seen. Even Miriam Nesbit's room could not compare withit.

  "What a beautiful room!" exclaimed Grace, looking about her withdelight. "I don't wonder you like to spend your time in it. I see youhave your own piano."

  "Yes," replied Eleanor. "My aunt sent to New York for it. The onedownstairs in the drawing room is all right, but I like to have this onehandy, so that I can play whenever the spirit moves me. This is mybedroom," she continued, pushing aside the silken curtains thatseparated the two rooms. The girls exclaimed over the Circassian walnutfurniture and could not decide as to which room was the prettier.

  "Eleanor," said Grace solemnly, "you ought to be a very happy girl. Youhave everything a heart can wish. Think of poor little Mabel Allison."

  "Oh, don't let's think about disagreeable things," said Eleanor lightly."Sit down and be comfy and I'll play for you. What shall I play?"

  "Do you know the 'Peer Gynt' suite?" asked Grace. "I love 'Anitra'sDance.'"

  Without answering, Eleanor immediately began the "Peer Gynt" music andplayed the entire suite with remarkable expression.

  "How well you play!" exclaimed Jessica with eager admiration in hervoice, as Eleanor turned around on the stool after she had finished."I should love to hear you play on the violin. Anne heard you theother night, and told us about it."

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nbsp; "I love the violin better than the piano, but it sounds better with apiano accompaniment. Don't you girls play?"

  "Jessica does," chorused her friends.

  "Oh, I never could play, after hearing Eleanor," said Jessica blushing.

  "Come on," said Eleanor, taking her by the arm and dragging her over tothe piano. "You can accompany me. What do you play?"

  "Do you know Raff's 'Cavatina'?" asked Jessica a trifle shyly.

  "By heart," answered Eleanor. "I love it. Wait and I'll get the musicfor you."

  After a moment's search she produced the music, picked up her violin,and, after tightening a string, announced herself ready.

  The girls listened, spellbound. It seemed as though Eleanor's very soulhad entered into the violin. They could not believe that this was thecapricious Eleanor of half an hour before.

  "Whatever she may do in future," thought Grace, as she listened to thelast plaintive notes of the "Cavatina," "I'll forgive her for hermusic's sake. One has to make allowances for people like her. It is theclaim of the artistic temperament."

  "Please play once more," begged Nora. "Then we must go. It's almost sixo'clock."

  Eleanor chose Nevin's "Venetian Love Song," and Jessica againaccompanied her.

  "You play with considerable expression," said Eleanor, as Jessica rosefrom the piano stool.

  "How could I help it?" replied Jessica, smiling. "You inspired me."

  Eleanor accompanied the four girls down the walk to the gate andrepeatedly invited them to come again.

  "It's your turn to come and see us now," said Grace. "Do you think youwill go to school to-morrow, Eleanor? Miss Thompson dislikes having thegirls stay out."

  "I can't help what Miss Thompson dislikes," returned Eleanor, laughing."What I dislike is of more importance to me. I dare say I shall goto-morrow, providing I get up in time."

  "What an irresponsible girl Eleanor is," remarked Anne, as they walkedalong. "I am afraid we can't do much for her. She doesn't seem muchinterested in school and I don't think she is particularly impressedwith our sorority."

  "Anne," said Jessica, "you have seen Miss Nevin, her aunt. Tell us howshe looks."

  "She is tall," replied Anne, "and has beautiful dark eyes. Her hair isvery white, but her face looks young, only she has the saddestexpression I ever saw on any one's face."

  "I should think she would look sad after seventeen years of Eleanor'swhims," remarked Nora bluntly. "It would wear me out to be with hercontinually, she is so changeable."

  "Mrs. Gray told me," remarked Anne, "that Miss Nevin's life had been onelong sacrifice to the pleasure of others. First her father, then herstep-sister and now Eleanor. She was engaged to be married to a youngEnglish officer, and he died of fever while stationed in India. So,there is reason for her sad expression."

  "I once read, somewhere," said Jessica sentimentally, "that ''Tis betterto have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.'"

  "Humph!" said Nora. "If I am ever foolish enough to fall in love,I certainly don't want to lose the object of my devotion."

  "You can't very well," said Grace slyly, "for from all presentindications I should say that he is too fat to get lost."

  And Nora was obliged to explain elaborately to the laughing girls, allthe way home, that the object of her future devotion would not be a fatman.